The Hokage Novels & Stories

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

The morning rooster's noise boisterously rippled through the skies, awakening people who were asleep in the small town of Hiraizumi , in Japan. Hiraizumi is a town that has a mixture between traditional style and modern style areas adopting a toned down version of the dynasties that were famous in the great country of China. The houses themselves looked as if they were made from oak tree wood, each one having been painted a different shade in colour. This small town of Hiraizumi is home to a particular young man Rogue who lived all of his life there, and today December 13th is a special day for him.

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

but Satoshi is not one of those people who usually exaggerate. I see Hiroki in the middle of the trees surrounding them. I'm getting closer to him without even noticing me. But then I see him with a person. It's a man, he looks mature, uniformed, bearded, taller than Hiroki, wearing armor from some castle, but he doesn't seem to be from our castle. I hide in the trees wanting to hear what they are talking about and what is so important that Satoshi wants me to hear.

Unconscious people do not fart right? Okay, do not answer that. "Z-it is gertod" a masculine voice said, directing my gaze to his tall figure "a herb that would help you keep it in." I frowned. Looking closely at the man who had struck my head with the butt of his gun. He looked pale but heathy, his grey beard neatly shaven, his grey-blue eyes held a warmth that i had not seen before as i watched him walk over to a small slab by the other end of the small cabin that i would call the kitchen, while supporting his leg with his walking stick.

Hawk rested his hands on his sword, rolling on the floor and back to his feet, even before he could think of jumping off his saddle. Ji had run off to the other side of the forest, away from harm’s way. Hawk had not instructed it to wait behind, but the animal had lowered its head and was watching them from the corner of its eyes. Uneasiness was hanging on its shoulders yet it had stood its ground like always. It had waited for him, doing what it was trained to do.

Jotham, Silveran capital 2030 Hazel's multicolored eyes glowed fiercely like the flames of a thousand furnaces, the thunder storm increasing in it's intensity. Yuka and Kai stared at her, amazed. "Yuka? W-what's going on?" Hazel asked. She was starting to panic and this emotion fueled her powers. Kai flinched at the sound of a terrifying thunder clap. Yuka held out a hand to Hazel, his gaze locked with hers.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Hoor was happily looking around , and Arhaan was feeling happy seeing her smiling . They headed back to their place at night after eating dinner .next morning , their plan was to go to TOLI PIR .It was a famous hill top, with green lush land .

Then, I saw it. Rising above the skyline, a massive digital billboard flickered to life. It wasn't an advertisement for the latest mobile technology or a product . It was him. Julian Vane looked back at me with a cold, predatory intensity that physically stopped the breath in my lungs. He was leaning against the plexiglass boards of an ice rink, his Hawks jersey pulled across his shoulders that had grown impossibly broad since I'd last seen him. His face, once soft with boyish charm, was now a masterpiece of harsh angles and lethal symmetry. The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026.